>>6105317There’s not much that needs to be said about the meeting after your brief round of questions. It’s mostly just discussing directions and planning, though you do catch a few subtle hints that the monsters plan to relocate, which is countered by hints at a vague reward should all go well, and the Inquisition can easily contact them again. You’re not sure whether the Strangers actually believe that or not, judging from the aggravated chittering from the shadows around the red eyes, but perhaps things will get better for them? You can’t imagine what the Inquisition could do to make their lives easier anyway. It’s not like Marie, where they could get away with claiming to be a foreigner; they’re monsters. Goddess, if they approached you before your life went down the gutter and normal stopped making sense to you, there’s a decent chance you’d have simply just cut them down.
Soon enough, though, the four of you make your way through the backroads on a very complex route designed to make it hard to track or follow. You don’t really get it. How does going in a circle thrice before stopping to eat at a cafe prevent you from being followed? But it’s what the Inquisitor suggests you do, and it’s not like you have much else to do.
You won’t lie. It is rather nice to sit outside with a pastry of quality under an umbrella to block out the harsh heat of the sun. You even managed to snag a newspaper on the walk so you could see the results of tournaments you haven’t been able to attend or participate in due to recent events. The word puzzles are a nice addition as well. Though you won’t lie, seeing Marie drop a tarte into an old “Hickery” branded sack to feed the slime inside is certainly something. To everyone else, it must seem she’s a barbarous girl to try and store such an item in such a bag so unbecoming of it if only they knew- Hm, wait. Now that you think of it perhaps having a pet slime wouldn’t be too unusual of a fad for the Lindan nobility. You’ve certainly seen people participate in weirder.
